And the Rain Falls
Rain
Finding my face
Steady
And without sound
I remember
All those moments
They have passed me now
Memories
Are the hardest of things
There are whispers
In the darkness
Almost as unbearable
As the hush of years
I must endure these feelings
And the rain falls
So gently
Days from your voice
Years from your sighs
The only sound
The other side of sorrow
It returns to silence
And shadow
Never to be spoken
Out loud
© Ann Bagnall 2013.